Quotes About Mystery

Secrets she'll take to the grave and secrets she's dying to share.

The place had a kind of mistery, as if, in some long distant past, it had been inhabited by men who knew how to rejoice in rivers, trees, and sky.

and I think of the Negro's life and of its mystery. We have no more marks to guide us than the bird in the air or the fish in the water, and in the midst of this uncertainty we live, and some laugh and others sing.

You see people in torn dresses, lying down and getting up in ramshackle cabins, but who knows what they may have in their cupboards? Who knows?

Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.

The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.

We can only know one thing about God - that he is what we are not. Our wretchedness alone is an image of this. The more we contemplate it, the more we contemplate him.

Cuntintamuni di 'stu re, ca chiddu chi veni 'un si sapi com'è.

It's like being lost, and coming on an old wagon trail. You don't know where it leads, how long or why it's been abandoned, but at least it's a trail.

Most precious things are found where no one looks at.

Our search for others might be of success, if we are going to go deep up there with a transparent vehicle and look for an indigo color.

True love is one of the challenging puzzles in life.

Elementary My dear Watson

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Something unknown is doing we don't know what.

The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.

The only mystery about the cat is why it ever decided to become a domesticated animal

The job of the artist is to deepen the mystery.

Strange, when you come to think of it, that of all the countless folk who have lived before our time on this planet not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing known for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

Of Paradise I cannot speak properly, for I have not been there; and that I regret.

I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret Magic of numbers.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.